Janto - Lost in Faraway Places

by whovianshere

Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones both attend the same high school and are good friends but there is a lot that they don't know about each other. The discoveries that they make bring them closer together and help them both through some very tough times. It seems like they never really knew each other before now and their new found closeness might've just saved Ianto's life. ****

4. Chapter 4

Ianto

Somewhere in the depths of his thoughts, Ianto was vaguely aware of Jack. He saw, through his clouded vision, Jack striding through the doorway, but Ianto didn't know how to react - he couldn't think. As though from a distance, he heard Jack's strong voice, asking a question. But what was the question? Ianto couldn't find his way back, he was too far away and now Jack was there and he couldn't remember how to respond; right now he couldn't even remember how to move. Without processing it, Ianto watched as Jack sat down and then as he took out his phone. Words and questions and feelings spun at dangerous speeds inside Ianto's head, threatening to burst out.

Stop. Ianto needed to focus, he needed to remember what he was doing before Jack walked in, he was sure it was important. STOP, Ianto shouted internally, briefly clearing his thoughts. The clarity lasted long enough for Ianto to feel a dull throbbing in his hands. He still hadn't come back fully, so the pain he felt was detached, like someone was describing their injuries to him, though he knew that it was his own pain. Still, it helped him to remember. His hands were hurting, at least one knuckle was broken, Ianto estimated, and there was something cold pressing against the palm of his right hand.

Of course. Ianto remembered with a small, internal smile, he knew what he was going to do. The question now was: Can I still do it if Jack's here? I'm sure he wouldn't care, though it might be considered rude. Is it rude? Yes, it probably wouldn't be fair to Jack. He needs to go. Ianto felt a calm settle over himself, making decisions was the hard part. Now all he had to do was get rid of Jack, it shouldn't be too hard. He'll get bored after a while and leave, Ianto suspected.

Even though he was now in total control of himself and was fully aware of his surroundings, Ianto did not move; he did not speak. Assuming that Jack would leave eventually if Ianto didn't talk to him, Ianto just sat curled into the cold wall, gripping tight to the object in his right hand.

Ianto was beginning to get uncomfortable, he almost wished that he could be numb again, detached. He was painfully aware of his right arm being squished into the wall and of his neck, aching and stiffening. None of this matters! Ianto knew this and shoved the thoughts from his mind. There was only one thing that he needed to think about, one thing that would keep him still, so he thought about it. It was his only thought.